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730 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1952
He was trusted to the point of death by one hundred thousand fighting men, but he himself always had his lurking doubts. The soldiers firmly believed that where he was everything was bound to be all right. They would gladly awaken from the deepest sleep of exhaustion to go and cheer him because they felt that way...But it seems that McClellan himself was never quite convinced. An uncertainty tormented him. It was almost as if some invisible rider constantly followed him, and came up abreast every now and then to whisper: "But General, are you sure?" Every man tries to live up to his own picture of himself. McClellan's picture was glorious, but one gathers that he was never quite confident that he could make it come to life. Perhaps this was partly because too much happened to him too soon...Fame came early, and it came like an explosion, touched off before he had had a chance to get set for it. He had found himself at the top of the ladder almost before he started to climb, and the heights were dizzying. One day he was leading a diminutive army of volunteers in an obscure campaign far back in the wild mountains; the next day - almost literally, the next day - he was the savior of his country...He was thirty-five when the war started.